Chapter 4

Before either woman really knew what was happening, they were standing facing each other, topless in Maria's office, their own hands having torn open their blouses. Deborah's eyes were full of confusion and growing fear. Maria face was quickly reddening. She couldn't believe she was now displayed like this before her assistant, and the memories of what they'd done together were still pouring back. Even now, ashamed and mortified that Deb had been drawn into this, she felt her pussy heat and moisten and she had to fight to keep her eyes off of Deb's full breasts. God, they were so large and firm, the nipples so stiff and long.

Foxx's self-satisfied voice brought her out of the spiraling lust for the moment.

"Turn to face me, girls," he commanded simply. Once again Maria felt her body respond without her command. She was sure that Deb was similarly paralyzed and in Foxx's control.

"Deb, my dear, since this is probably very new to you I'll give you a brief explanation. Though a certain computer program and the power it gives me, I can completely control you and Maria, or anyone else I choose for that matter. That includes your body and your mind. I've firmed up and added some curves to your body and of course enlarged your tits to a healthy EE cup. Don't worry, they'll stay nice and firm and I've made sure your back can handle it. You'll only need a bra for occasional decoration, not for support. I hope that answers your immediate questions, Deb, because I need to talk to your boss for a bit." With that, Foxx snapped his fingers, and Deb's eyes closes and her head dipped just a bit. She seemed sound asleep standing up.

"Now Maria, I've got a bit more to tell you. But since you'll just be listening, why don't you give me a bit of a distraction while I talk. Please cross your wrists behind your back." Maria's body complied without her agreement. "Good," Foxx continued, "now, you're going to lean forward nice and close and suck on little Debbie's nipples while I talk. I saw you eyeing them."

Foxx laughed out loud as he watched Maria comply. At least Maria could hold onto the excuse that she had no choice, but as much as it shamed her, she knew that her body was aching to get her lips and teeth on Deb's dark firm nipples. She felt her own breasts shift as she leaned forwards to start sucking — god, she was still not used to the latest increase of her own cup size. Once her lips were locked around Deb's right nipple, sucking at it like a feeding infant, Foxx started to speak again.

"Now, it started as just a fun idea to have you fuck your assistant in your office, but I've decided to go a little farther. Deb here is going to get to keep this new body of hers, tits and all, for good. Those boobs, nipples and her hairless cunt are going to very sensitive too. Nearly any touch will get her horny and ready to fuck—and she'll love to fuck too. She's going to love dressing like a slut and showing off her tight little body and her fantastic tits. She's going to develop a particular fondness for all kinds of sex toys. She'll be bi-sexual, with a particular love of the taste of both male and female cum on her lips." Foxx paused while Maria involuntarily switched to Deb's left nipple, the right one slurping out of Maria's mouth rock hard, marked with her lipstick and standing out nearly an inch.

"Deb will become a complete slut, dressing and acting the part, loving to suck and fuck more than anything else. However, unlike you, she's not going to know that she was ever any different. She'll be as happy as a clam. You however, Maria, my own sweet whore, will know everything. Every time you see her come into the office in outfits that would embarrass Christina Aguilera, every time you see her duck out of a closet wiping a co-workers cum off her face, every time she invites you to see her dance at some strip club's amateur night, you'll know that she's a little tramp, because of you. Hell, maybe you can take pleasure in the fact that she'll be happier than she's ever been."

Maria's eyes were filled with tears even as she cursed herself for the pleasure sucking on the poor girls breasts was giving her. Deb was only 22, and just because she happened to work for Maria, this was happening to her. What kind of life would she have now?

"Stand up, Maria," commanded Foxx. Deb's left nipple popped out of Maria's mouth as she stood. "Now if you'll be so good to give Deb the rest of the day off, she and I have some shopping to do for her new wardrobe."

Foxx snapped his fingers twice, and Deb awoke. It wasn't the same Deb, Maria could see it instantly. First of all, her previous expressions of fear and embarrassment had vanished. Deb looked down and saw her breasts exposed as well as Maria's and just took it all in while an eager smile.

"Now Debbie," Foxx said, turning to her, "are you ready for some shopping?"

"Oh yes, yes please, Mr. Foxx," was her giggling reply.

"Oh, and Debbie dear, please look at Ms. Delacruz's titties." Deb gazed directly at them without a trace of self-consciousness or any indication that anything was strange. Maria ached to cover herself up but Foxx still had her body frozen. "Debbie, have a close look; would you like your nipples pierced like that?" Foxx asked.

It mortified Maria as Deb moved close to her, her fingers extending to tease and touch Maria's nipples and their rings, lifting and tugging at them before squealing, "Oh yes please!"

"Good, let's do that too," smiled Foxx, "and your belly button and maybe even some more jewelry lower down."

"Oh goodie!" the new Deb giggled back. She closed maybe one or two buttons of her blouse, just covering her erect nipples, as Foxx led her out. He offered Maria a wink over his shoulder as he closed the door.

Maria was left paralyzed for a few minutes after Foxx left. She was helpless, standing in the middle of her office facing the door with her huge breasts out for all to see. And of course, between the teasing of the plug in her ass and the humiliatingly arousing experience of sucking on those wonderful tits of Deb's, her cunt was practically dripping her nectar down her thighs.

Finally Maria felt control seep back into her muscles. She turned and buried her head in her hands, tears flowing fast now. Was Deb doomed to this? Was she herself? God, she used to hope there was some way out of Foxx's web, but things just seemed to be getting worse. Every day seemed to bring a new humiliation for her, and now, for those around her.

Maria stumbled back to her desk; maybe she could just push it all of her mind for a bit and try to do some work. At least she still had her company—for now. One thing Foxx hadn't said out loud was that he could also do to her what he'd done to Deb—make her into some mindless bimbo that didn't know any better. Maria went back and forth as to whether she was better off knowing or not. She was in near constant torment, moving from one humiliation to another, always afraid of who might see her in the various outfits or activities she'd been put into. And that was only with the things that she knew about. But in each video or beautifully framed photograph in her own home, she looked like she couldn't be happier. Was slut-Maria better off than her? Maria asserted with everything she could that it wasn't true, but she couldn't get the thought out of her head that at least her alternate self was having a better time, not to mention getting laid a lot more than her.

Feeling her bare breasts touch the cool surface of her desk, Maria realized that she'd forgotten to re-button her blouse. Her face burned, thinking for what seemed like the millionth time, "what if someone had seen me." Maria cursed when she realized she'd torn off the top two buttons with Foxx's command to open it so quickly. The buttons were relatively close together, but the highest button still attached was now just above the level of her nipples. And with her breasts now a full DD the top was tight and pulling open. God, would she ever get used to having so much flesh exposed?

Unfortunately for Maria, she certainly wasn't used to it yet. With Deb away, people with business or questions or comments for Maria would poke their head right into her office and come right in. Every single one seemed to look immediately down at the vast expanse of cleavage that Maria's top offered, thanks to the broken buttons. A couple of the men even stammered and stuttered before being able to force out what they came for. By the end of the day word had gotten around, and the men were stopping by nearly every fifteen minutes. And each time Maria was mortified by how exposed she was for them, her plugged ass squirming in her chair. With each visit she feared even more that she was being seen as nothing more than the pair of tits on display.

With the day finally over, Maria made the walk home. Especially after a day as long as that, she was tired and her plugged ass was aching. It affected her stride and her breasts were nearly jiggling their way right out of her top. She hoped for a quiet night, but that dream quickly faded seeing the hungry look on Denise's face as soon as she opened the door, with Foxx's mischievous grin right behind it. As soon as she was stripped of her skirt and blouse in the foyer as commanded, she was collared and cuffed. Foxx led her by her leash to the large coffee table. He laid her on her back across it, and used rope to trap her ankle cuffs to the table's legs, pulling her thighs wide open. Her wrist cuffs were linked together and bound over her head. Foxx spread her mouth wide open with a dental gag and then presented her as a gift to Denise.

Denise played with her like a toy on Christmas morning. Her hands were all over Maria. She squeezed and kneaded her breasts; she spent time pinching and tugging at her nipples and rings. She poked and prodded the base of Maria's butt plug, then exchanged it for one even larger, that Maria soon discovered also vibrated. If there was anywhere other than Maria's breasts that Denise gave more attention, it was her pussy. Denise rubbed at it, licked it, kissed it, and gave it the attention of at least three different vibrators. Maria moaned and ached, her body overcome with sensation, straining against her bonds, pushed to orgasm again and again. Playtime went on for about two and half hours. By the time it was over, the smell of sweat and sex filled the room, and Foxx had filled up two rolls of film. At then end, Denise on all fours over her, grinding her cunt onto a rubber dildo held in Maria's mouth, sucking on Maria's clit while her fingers squirmed inside both Maria's cunt and ass. With her fifth orgasm of the evening, Maria finally passed out.

Another week dragged on for Maria. Each day the now constantly happy Deb would display herself and her new body in tiny, tight outfits. Each seemed more scandalous than the last. The men and women of the office got a very good look at Deb's new curves. Not only did Maria feel a constant guilt over her condition, but the constant visions of Deb's exposed cleavage or skirts that barely covered her shapely ass worked in wicked tandem with the toys Foxx would send her to work filled with to keep her wet and horny all day long.

And if it wasn't enough to see Deb just outside her office every day, Foxx would constantly email her lurid photographs of her assistant's new activities in her free time. From those, Maria knew that Deb's nipples were in fact pierced, as was her navel and clit hood. As well, it seemed that she had a bright silver chain permanently dangling between those two rings, with a larger loop in the centre what was sometimes also linked down to chains in her navel or pussy rings. Of course she was also kept hairless below the neck. She now sported tattoos on her flesh as well. The image of a pair of handcuffs decorated her belly with the chain artfully tracing through the ring she wore in her navel. At the small of her back, usually visible above the waist of her low riding pants, in flowing script was the ironic phrase "I'm a good girl." Above her pussy it said "I like boys AND girls" and a stylized "69" graced her ankle. One of Deb's favorite new fashion accessories seemed to be a black choker with the word SLUT in rhinestones at the front.

True to his word, Foxx had certainly given Deb a love of sex toys. In nearly every one of the photos she was giving a wicked and blissful smile as she sucked on this dildo or that, or while pushing one of an astonishing variety of playthings into her cunt or ass. She was getting help with them as well, it seemed, as in a few photographs Deb had been bound spread eagle on her bed with leather straps and the toys being used on her seemed to making more than just her happy, as her breasts, belly and face were marked with sticky strings of cum. The series that stuck most in Maria's mind were obviously taken at a bar, where Deb had entered herself in a wet t-shirt contest. With those enormous and firm breasts barely fitting into the top to begin with, she had walked away with prize, but not before tearing the top off before an enthusiastic crowd to allow her breasts to be gawked at, fondled, and signed with at least two different colors of marker. And through it all, Deb looked happier than Maria had ever seen her, or anyone else for that matter.

If there was any benefit to the new Deb, it was that the gawkers in the office had a new main attraction. Maria still drew a lot of looks when was seen, but Deb was seated out in the open and with even larger breasts in even smaller clothing, she drew the majority of looks and comments. Maria was filled with mixed emotions. While she was glad to have a few less eyes on her body, she would never have knowingly sacrificed someone else to save herself.

Maria also had to deal with the complaints of the other women in the office. Being the boss had insulated her from their ire when her own wardrobe had been modified, but with Deb showing more and more of herself there were two formal complaints filed in the first week from irate women disgusted by Deb's latest displays. Maria sympathized, but she couldn't help wondering what those same women were saying about her. In one flash of anger she almost wished Foxx on them, so they could see how it felt. In the end, all Maria could do was put them off, saying that the office had no formal dress code to enforce. She knew that behind her back they must be cursing her, since after all, in their eyes it was Maria herself that had started this trend in dressing like a cheap whore at work.

Maria went home Friday evening a bit surprised to be awake the full day. She was edgy the entire evening, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, to her surprise. Her only humiliation before Foxx was being forced to eat her dinner out of a dog bowl at his feet. He had now done this a couple of times, and he seemed to get great pleasure out of it. Afterward, he locked her in her cage, and she was sound asleep by the time Denise arrived home for her bed time.

When Maria awoke, she noted Denise sleeping in her adjacent cage. Once freed and cleaned up, Maria was a little surprised to realize it was actually Saturday, but she didn't want to tempt fate by thinking about it too much. Once both women were up and showered, Foxx dressed them both in identical maid's costumes consisting of five inch heel locked on, fishnet stockings with garter belt, very short skirts over white ruffled petticoats, and sheer white blouses under tight black latex bustiers that cupped beneath their ample breasts. The way both pairs of breast pressed against the sheer fabric made the tops more of a decoration than clothing. Topping it off were white lace chokers and white lace trim for their leather ankle and wrist cuffs. They were both gagged with white rubber ball gags, and sixteen inch lengths of chain were locked between their ankle cuffs, restricting them to short shuffling strides. As an additional humiliation for Maria, Foxx had attached small silver bells to her nipple rings that swayed and tinkled with the smallest motion.

After giving them both a list of the chores he expected done, he slapped them both on the ass and departed. Gagged, they were unable to talk, so they mostly worked as instructed. Maria felt humiliated working in such a costume, and the combination of the tall hells and hobble chain made moving around a challenge. Additionally, Denise just wouldn't stop giggling around her gag each time she heard Maria's belled nipples sounding. As much as the costume humiliated Maria, seeing Denise in the identical predicament was maddeningly arousing. Throughout the day, Maria had to fight the unwanted urge to stare at Denise's wonderful tits so beautifully framed in lace and leather. She cursed herself each time she found herself drinking in the sight of Denise's legs and ass exposed when she leaned forward at the waist.

Foxx seemed pleased with their progress when he finally returned. As they were finishing off — Maria dusting the many shelves of sex toys that she could never remember using and Denise folding the last of the laundry — they could here Foxx setting up something in the living room. Curiosity and fear mixed inside Maria, but as she finished she felt that hiding away was only delaying the inevitable, so the re-joined Foxx and Denise in the living room.

Foxx had set up two of what looked like padded sawhorses with a couple of tripods off the sides of them. Before she had too much time to figure it out, both she and Denise were led towards them. Brought right up against it, Maria's ankles were released from the chain only to be pulled wide, spreading her legs, and the cuffs were locked to the legs of the sawhorse. Her wrists were drawn back behind her and her cuffs were locked together. Once immobilized this way, she waited while Foxx repeated the procedure with Denise.

Foxx returned his attention to Maria, releasing the link between her wrist cuffs only long enough to reconnect them in front and use them to pull her forward over the sawhorse, locking the cuffs to a short length of chain at the base. Lengths of rope were attached to the sides of her gag and were fasted to something out of her view (she assumed it was the top of the sawhorse) and they were tightened enough to pull her head up, facing straight forward as she was bent over. Her face was flushed, not only from the uncomfortable position, but from knowing how clearly her ass and pussy must be displayed. With her head fixed in place, she couldn't see Foxx continue, but she assumed he was again repeating the humiliation on Denise.

Foxx temporarily moved away from both of them, leaving them uncomfortably bent forwards and testing their bonds. When he returned he rolled a pair of televisions on metal stands in front of both of them. Maria now knew one more reason her head was fixed tight, as she would have no choice but to face the TV. As Foxx turned on the set in front of her and the image came into view, she could tell that it was not a video this time, but rather a live close-circuit view of Denise, indeed trussed up just like she was, granted by a camera that was just off to her side, mounted on the tripod she had gotten a glimpse of. Beyond, she caught sight of herself as well, but she was mostly blocked by the squirming form of Denise. Again her mind was twisted — she knew that she looked just like Denise right now, bent over and helpless, and the shame of it was achingly real, but she couldn't escape the lust she felt looking at Denise this way. Her mind was full of images of being able to bend down and push her tongue between Denise's spread legs. When Foxx kneeled down to pull open Denise's top, letting her fleshy tits fall free, Maria felt a surge of thanks to him, even as just moments later she was horrified to hear her nipple bells chime as the act was repeated on her. But bound up tight as she was, all she could do was watch.